Martin rolled his eyes, “in Taipei I had a trainer from the program I was doing. If I go alone I always end up in conversations with strangers, I hate it. I’d rather be invisible.” Some things never change.
He registered Fabian’s lack of direction and took initiative, considering the options. Sometime soon, Theo would awaken. He didn’t want to hide exactly but he wasn’t keen on the three of them in the same room. That eliminated the sitting room, where they had spent long afternoons playing, cuddling, or just reading together. The kitchen was probably the busiest room in the house when there wasn’t a meeting happening. There was his old bedroom, a step too suggestive. That left…
“Let’s go down to the old Quibbler office. She never fully moved out, there’s couches and desks and stuff down there,” he nodded toward the direction of the kitchen where the door is.